Issue #1- Blood On The Blade

"Oh FUCK ME!" Riley moaned as he felt a cock ram into ass. "FUCK!"

He spun over looking about at his lover, wrapping his lithe, tan legs around her as he threw her head back and moaned. He shook with every thrust, feeling his body being torn apart.

"Y-yeah, I'm your bitch!" Riley mewled as he felt the cock ram into him, harder this time. He mewled, the cock somehow seeming to bash into him from everywhere. He lifted his hand sup, reaching to pull the hood down from the woman fucking him into oblivion...

She had sharp, angular features- thin lips, ridged cheekbones and slitted eyes. There was a pained glint in her eye, and she was unmistakably of Asian descent. She looked vaguely familiar too...

"K-Kim?" Riley spluttered, as his vision suddenly went blurry.

"YES! IT'S ME, KIM, DUMBASS! AND YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR COLLEGE!"

Riley shot up, knocking his head into something hard in the process as light flooded his vision.

"Aw, shit!" He hissed, rubbing his forehead to soothe the pain. He used his other hands to wipe the rheum from his eyes, blinking quickly to adjust his vision to the sudden daylight. Riley took deep, heavy breaths, accustoming himself to his surroundings.

He was on a large bed, covered in sweat, the sheets messed up around him. Next to him, graoning in frustraion and rubbing her head... was his godmother, Kimberly Nguyen.

"Shucks Kim... that's my bad!" Riley apologized to the disgruntled Asian woman. "Bad dreams."

Kim huffed.

"Well I hope you're lying because you better not be getting off to that!" She answered. Riley frowned, wondering what she could mean before tracking his gaze downwards... to right over his crotch, where there was a noticably large wet stain.

"F-fuck! K-Kim, I'm so, so sorry! I-"

"Save it. You're a growing boy and whatnot. Now get ready quick! I have to get to the gym soon and I am not about to be late because of you!" Kim hissed playfully. Riley ducked his head in submission and nodded as Kim rose to exit the room.

"Oh- Ry?" She suddenly asked, just before she was about to exit the door. Riley looked up.

"Yes?"

"You really need to ask that girl out."

Riley blushed, staring back down on the cold wet spot on his blanket.

"C'mon Kim! You know me and Sally ain't like that!" He protested. Kim's smirk grew even wider.

"Who said anything about Sally?"

Riley groaned, shoving his face into a pillow as Kim gleefully cackled her way out of the house. Riley took a brief moment to collect himself before sprining out of the bed, swearing at the sudden wave of pain that overcame him. He staggered over to the bathroom, slipping out of his cum-soaked undies and staring at himself in the mirror.

He was a hot mess. In both ways, he supposed.

His hair was shaggy and brown, hanging loosely around his shoulders as the curled around his feline brown eyes that furrowed into two high cheekbones. The hairs in front were matted to his forehead in sweat.

But what Riley was more concerned with was his torso. A large scar ran across his right side, cutting a devilishly straight line, ten centimeters below his nipple. It wasn't a bad scar- it was knitted red, cutting unpleasantly across his abs but he'd faced worse.

Gingerly, he traced a finger across it, flinching s h saw the cut appear to ripple under his touch, sleek blue light emanating from it before he suddenly drew his finger back, the cut turning back into it's angry shade of maroon.

Riley stumbled into the shower, moaning in pleasure as the soothing hot water cascaded over his body, relaxing the tension in his muscles as he lathered himself in soap, washing the embarrassment of the morning away.

He forlornly held his soft cock in his hand, still throbbing slightly from his... nocturnal discharge. It was the third time in five days, and seeing as Kim did all the washing, she knew all about it. Riley was unspeakably thankful Kim was a chill parent, and he wouldn't be receiving a lecture on arousal and sex and whatnot over breakfast. He loved eating, but some things just ruined his appetite.

Hopping out of the shower, Riley slipped into a muscle-fitting top and grey sweatpants, slinging a bag around his shoulder. he paused for a brief moment to check himself in the mirror, shaking the hair from his eyes before jauntily walking out, decisively not looking at the soiled blanket.

"Mornin' Kim!" Riley called out as he waltzed into the kitchen, taking his seat at the small dining table, piled high with various sandwiches.

"What's the plan for today?" Kim asked, breathlessly throwing stuff into her gym bag.

"Uh, got a few classes, might go for a walk- maybe I'll visit you?" Riley asked hopefully. Kim winced.

"Mm... today might be tough. Teaching a new client in the evening." She answered. Riley nodded sadly.

"All good, I'll train on my own here." He answered. Kim smiled greatfully, slipping a jacket over her tank top, hiding her powerfully muscled arms.

"Thanks, love." She murmured, bending down and pressing a kiss to Riley's cheek. Riley called out a muffled goodbye after her as she sauntered off.

"So hot..." He whispered through a mouthful of pancake as he watched her ass swing hypnotically through her yoga pants as she strolled out the door.

He knew it was intrinsically wrong, to think about Kim like that. She was his legal guardian- but more than that, she was basically his Mom now, having taken care of him ever since his Mom died on that night. But he couldn't help it. It had probably stemmed from even before Mom died, back when Kim was still his godmother, coming over to visit every weekend.

Kim ran an MMA gym- and a very popular one at that. She was incredibly fit, muscles ripling with every movement she made. She was also obscenely pretty... while her 'assets' weren't insane, there was something about the way she carried herself, almost with the lethal grace of a dancer that had drawn Riley to her ever since he first learned about sex.

It didn't help that as of late, his dreams had been plagued by her- more specifically, her pinning Riley on the floor and dicking him down until he bleated submission.

Riley grunted as he felt his cock stir at the sight before shaking it away with the ring of his alarm. He flicked on his phone. Shit. Fifteen minutes to get to class.